Quirrell looked at the first-year students in the audience and announced that this class would be a self-study class.

In normal classes, all kinds of humiliation cannot be escaped.

Vincent, who had been secretly paying attention to the podium, saw that he was still so aggrieved, and felt as happy as a hunter who sees his prey stepping into a trap.

Ever since that day, when the twins, who didn't know as much as Hermione, passed away, Quirrell still thought it was the four of them who wanted to expose him.

Voldemort was obviously not born a master of Legilimency.

Even if it is, it is far from the level where the person far away in the United States can know the thoughts of everyone around him just by standing there.

[To be honest, I have been using Yeguo to read and catch up on books recently. I can switch sources and read aloud with many sounds. www. Android and Apple are available.]

Quirrell didn't know that Dumbledore wanted to mess with him, and Voldemort didn't know that Vincent wanted to mess with him.

Quirrell knew that Vincent wanted to mess with him, but Voldemort didn't know why he wanted to mess with Quirrell.

The only way to find out is to catch one of the four people and use Legilimency to hack into the brain.

But once they do this, Quirrell and Voldemort will be completely exposed.

Vincent stretched, stood up and twisted his neck.

As soon as he stood up, Quirrell had an ominous premonition.

"Professor, I have some problems with my studies."

"Oh, it's - what is it?"

"Are vampires scary?

I mean -" Vincent put his hands on the desk and leaned forward slightly, "Is the one you met in Albania really scary enough to change your temperament?"

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Chapter completed!